Archive for September, 2010

quote of the day…

Posted: September 29, 2010 in arb stuff about me

Karen from Will and Grace:

“I’m feeling a little tired and run-down!  I think I’m going to have a transfusion and change my Blood to Bloody Mary!”

 

You and me both sister…. I am finished, kaput, game-overs tired…my brain is addled!  It’s mushed up, spat out and re-chewed jelly (with custard – always with custard, DO NOT forget the custard). 

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Over the last couple of days, a couple of different conversations got me thinking…   What is THE single purchase that would signal to you that you’re all “growed” up, or the one thing you’ve always wanted to purchase but for some or other reason just as you’re about to the funds need to be erm… re-directed to other more pertinant uses?

Don’t get me wrong… I have some nice things – some really VERY nice things… perhaps even the item you’re thinking of!  But golly-gosh-a-molly one purchase eludes me time and time again.  We’ve been in our home for around 8 years or so and just as I’m getting ready to begin the on-line-shopping-voyage-of-discovery that purchase needs to be put on hold.  Strange, hey?

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I have a friend who is an accomplished and brilliant (wait let me go look up the term and spelling so I do her justice) Neanderthal Geneticist. I desperately need her to change the focus of her research and look into a theory for me. I’m convinced that early humans never slept! NEVER, there was no need to… that is … until… some sucker-for-punishment-early-humans decided for some unknown reason to have off-spring and voila the concept of BED-TIME was born! I can feel it in my water (tm my mum) I’m right – even before she proves without a doubt. So I’m confidently and prematurely going to give a “big-up” to early knuckle-dragging-man-saggy-boob-dragging woman and say “THANK-YOU!” because without this concept I’d be putting on my very best impression of doolaaliness and begging the local sanitarium to grant me asylum…

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About 2 weeks back, my BFF and I unleashed our 4 kids on the Top Man and went out for a girlie-night of music and gambling (probably my two greatest vices).  I’ve never owned a Michael Jackson CD, didn’t bother catching the History tour when it came to town and aside from being able to Moonwalk as a kid,  following “the” trial and the press-frenzy following his death – I wouldn’t say that he featured large in my life. (more…)

This arrived in my in box last week, and I filed it with the ever-growing-taking-on-a-life-of-it’s-own folder of READ SOMEDAY emails… For most of these emails, “someday” will come when I’m close to retirement age but for some reason the heading of “a must read … particularly for mum’s of boys!” caught my eye and I opened it! I’m a sucker for that kind of schmaltzy sh*t…

I’ve read some of Johnathan Jansen’s writing and columns before – he is, in my estimation, a great South African. He is all about “bridging the gap, shortenining the divide and bringing together”. He’s the kind of South African we could certainly do with more of!

I’d like to add my own FOURTH LESSON, (more…)

verkakte pedometre

Posted: September 14, 2010 in arb stuff about me

The bain of my life… The aim is to walk 10 000 steps a day! Like all things, I started out SO well… That nght I even went walking around the neighbourhood in the pitch-dark with a bliksem heavy Maglite, my iPod AND (I know you’re not going to believe me … but it’s true) – I EVEN LEFT MY CIGARETTES AT HOME! When it got to the end of the evening and it was time to remove the shiny, pretty pedometre from my belt – I found I’d racked up an impressive total of 9187 steps! Even I couldn’t believe it!

How do I say this without the use of expletives (more…)

I am often accused of being somewhat naïve. I think it’s wholly plausible to come to that conclusion if you base this assertion purely on a fleeting and cursory surface investigation. I like to think of myself as lacking in cynicism, believing in the innate altruism of humankind, and not burdened by a feeling that the road I travel is constantly at a steep gradient. But most of all… willing to fight!

I’m not a “every cloud has a silver lining”, “everything happens for a reason” , “look on the bright-side” type of person (heave). I know sh*t happens, some very big sh*t happens and sadly to some of the very best people, but I find dissecting the randomness and reason of said sh*t a waste of otherwise good coffee, wine and company. (more…)

when you turn your iPod on and the song it shuffles to is JAMES’ “Laid” and you bop and shout “craaaaaaaahaaaayzeeeee” at the top of your voice all through sloth-like suburban traffic.

You might have to rethink your previous estimation when (more…)

the lead actors…

Posted: September 7, 2010 in the three-ringed circus

So who are the Performers?

I’ve mentioned my long-suffering and previously hoodwinked husband. I can best describe him as a “Top-Man”, a Prince Among Men if you will (one who coincidentally brought me coffee this evening – pure coincidence, my impartiality cannot be bought by addictive warm beverages *wink*). Quite simply, he’s My Guy… probably the one person who knows my nitty gritties, my uglies, my foibles and surprisingly STILL thinks it’s pretty okay for this person to be the first thing he sees every morning and the last thing he sees at night. I think he lost a bet and is now just carrying out his sentence and patiently waiting parole, and if it isn’t granted then is counting on my lesser-than-his scrabble skills, ability to finish his crossword puzzles and nonchalance towards chocolate as reason enough to stick around till he’s 90-odd ! (more…)

This next sentence should give you pretty good insight into the kind of person you’re dealing with here. It’s good stuff – stuff I managed to successfully hide from my husband (then boyfriend) JUST long enough for him to still consider me viable marriage material. Poor sod! Talk about hoodwinked…

Already, I’m irritated and my leg is bouncing up and down, my blood pressure is elevated and I’m crabby!!!

Q : What could possibly be the cause of all this angst? (more…)